Arriving in Bogota is always a pleasure. The aduana (customs official, for you English-only plebians) seemed convinced I was mctipsy and proposed the idea of sharing a beer as he welcomed me to the country. What a gas! I only had two Aguilas on the plane! Not sure what could've possibly set him off on that course but it was even more fun to correct his presumptions!
But the sweetest news of the day of course is that the good ship that carried Frankie and Jack to Cartagena has officially landed, and they've been met at port by the good people from Dynamo. We will reunite on Saturday in Santa Marta. This will also offer Jack some blogtime (is that a word?) to give us first hand reports of the treacherous and amazing voyage.
Until then, here's a picture of Stefan in a bathtub with Nicole from years ago. I'm awesome at capturing moments. Sweet!
